Category: Prose

I posted this today on Facebook and thought it might worth sharing here: This past Sunday, along with my friends from the Church Divinity School of the Pacific, I worshipped with St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Atlanta. We arrived for a Sunday Eucharist, but we were fortunate enough to stumble upon the church’s College Day,…

I ran across something in the paper this morning which made me laugh, and I don’t think it was intended. I also just wrapped up a month-long study of Animal Farm with my 8th grade students. It’s one of those books that just seems to grow on me. I loved it in junior high, and…

We’re driving down backroads when my son says, “I don’t like Breaux Bridge. Nothing good ever seems to happen there.” I say that sometimes as I drive through these small towns, I romanticize about how nice it must be to live there, to walk to and from your grocery store, your church, your school. To…

I’ve been thinking a lot about mothers lately. Two months ago, I received an email from StoryCorps notifying me that an interview I had conducted with my mom 13 years ago was now accessible in their online archives and part of the American Folklife Center at the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C. I was…